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Nameless Killer Strikes

“What do you think you were doing there?” He said, as he shoved me into the truck and slammed the door.

“I wasn’t doing anything.” I said in defense. “Just waiting for you.”

“Well, now I’m here.” He said as he started the engine and jetted off.

“Where are we going?” I asked, trying to hide the fear in my voice.

“That’s nothing you should concern your pretty little head with.” He said, as he accelerated. But I knew where we were headed. In the distance, I saw the shack on the side of the lake. He didn’t speak as he got out of the car, and walked to the bed. I thought of running but was paralyzed with fear.

He came to my door and ripped it open. In his left had was a line of rope.

“I’ll teach you to talk to other men.” He says before dragging me out of the car.

I tried to scream, but he slaped me across the face. I fell to the ground, and he held me there while he tied me up.

He drags me to the dock and pushed me over. I see the red lights dimming as he drives away.

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